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Saturday, November 4, 2017
Friday, November 3, 2017
KFC Twitter Follows are Brilliant
KFC has done some really incredible marketing these past couple of years, and it has truly breathed life into a brand that was floundering. Think about it - how in the world in 2017 do you make fried chicken relevant? And with a Colonel as a corporate icon? Goodness.
In the latest, it was just noted that KFC only had 11 folks they followed on Twitter. Here they are:
They're the 5 Spice Girls, plus 6 other guys, all with the first name of "Herb."
Altogether, they're "11 herbs and spices."
Whoever hatched this idea on their social media team deserves a fat raise.
In the latest, it was just noted that KFC only had 11 folks they followed on Twitter. Here they are:
They're the 5 Spice Girls, plus 6 other guys, all with the first name of "Herb."
Altogether, they're "11 herbs and spices."
Whoever hatched this idea on their social media team deserves a fat raise.
Thursday, November 2, 2017
Latino Victory Fund Ad - Liberals Wrong Again
Recently, a political action group calling itself the Latino Victory Fund published the following ad:
It checked all the boxes for liberal hate:
It checked all the boxes for liberal hate:
- White guy
- Pickup truck
- Confederate flag
- "Don't Tread on Me" License plate
- Republican
It also checked all of the racial buttons for those that liberals love. Hence, when the ad showed what liberals hate trying to run over and murder those that liberals love with a pickup truck, it was an ad made in lefty-heaven.
Only one problem. This was this guy and this truck that actually went out there and killed people in New York:
Of course the talk-off of the Left is that this is an isolated incident, there's nothing to see here, it's old news, and beware harm to our Islamic brothers and sisters because of "backlash," etc.
Liberals call us racists, yet they're the ones that see skin color everywhere
Liberals call us homophobes, yet they're the ones that demand a sexuality scorecard
Liberals call us haters and killers, yet enable an environment where haters and killers can thrive
While the offending video has been taken down, it's too late. We already know what is truly in liberal's hearts and what they truly value.
And I'm the neanderthal?
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Hallmark - "Diversity" Matters. Does Talent?
This week, via their LinkedIn feed, Hallmark posted the following:
Seriously? Instead of stressing the talent, education, skills, or value their new hires bring to their organization, Hallmark instead chooses to tout their appearance.
That's it.
When all you care about is how people look, you become the racist that you're trying to avoid.
Seriously? Instead of stressing the talent, education, skills, or value their new hires bring to their organization, Hallmark instead chooses to tout their appearance.
That's it.
When all you care about is how people look, you become the racist that you're trying to avoid.
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Burger King Calls Out Ronald
I've always felt clowns are creepy; Ronald McDonald included. It's nice to see that Burger King feels the same way, and is totally calling out their rival:
Now I just wish Burger King would do something about their own creepy mascot:
Now I just wish Burger King would do something about their own creepy mascot:
Monday, October 30, 2017
The Hawk Ate My Teal
I had one of the strangest mornings I've ever had while waterfowling.
I was in camp alone, and decided to hunt an area we call "Goose Island." It is a patch of cattails in fairly shallow water and provides good cover plus the ease of being able to walk around to set most of the decoys.
The morning started out well, and I was treated to this fabulous sunrise:
The ducks were flying, especially the mallards, and they really seemed to like my set. I had a number of flocks over my decoys and presenting me with fabulous shots. Unfortunately, I shot incredibly poorly. Perhaps it was because I was wearing another full coat over my traditional one and messing up my sight plane, or maybe it was just a funk. Regardless, I was ice cold.
I finally did eventually connect on a teal on a close shot, which made me feel a little more confident. Instead of taking the boat and picking up the downed bird right away I opted to stay put for a while. The birds were flying, and I had a good line on the teal's drift, hence I'd go pick him up later once things slowed down.
About 15 minutes later, the teal had drifted about 50 yards away from me. As he was bobbing on the water, a hawk suddenly appeared and headed right for my bird. "That's funny," I thought to myself, "I bet that hawk wishes he had my teal."
The hawk must have felt the same thing because he dove at my teal and extended his talons. "No way he's picking that up!" I thought.
Wrong.
The hawk did get airborne, flew about 20 yards, then landed on a patch of floating bog and proceeded to make a breakfast of my teal.
Here's a photo of him helping himself to my bird:
In all of my years of hunting and all of my time on the water, I've never seen anything like it.
I was in camp alone, and decided to hunt an area we call "Goose Island." It is a patch of cattails in fairly shallow water and provides good cover plus the ease of being able to walk around to set most of the decoys.
The morning started out well, and I was treated to this fabulous sunrise:
The ducks were flying, especially the mallards, and they really seemed to like my set. I had a number of flocks over my decoys and presenting me with fabulous shots. Unfortunately, I shot incredibly poorly. Perhaps it was because I was wearing another full coat over my traditional one and messing up my sight plane, or maybe it was just a funk. Regardless, I was ice cold.
I finally did eventually connect on a teal on a close shot, which made me feel a little more confident. Instead of taking the boat and picking up the downed bird right away I opted to stay put for a while. The birds were flying, and I had a good line on the teal's drift, hence I'd go pick him up later once things slowed down.
About 15 minutes later, the teal had drifted about 50 yards away from me. As he was bobbing on the water, a hawk suddenly appeared and headed right for my bird. "That's funny," I thought to myself, "I bet that hawk wishes he had my teal."
The hawk must have felt the same thing because he dove at my teal and extended his talons. "No way he's picking that up!" I thought.
Wrong.
The hawk did get airborne, flew about 20 yards, then landed on a patch of floating bog and proceeded to make a breakfast of my teal.
Here's a photo of him helping himself to my bird:
In all of my years of hunting and all of my time on the water, I've never seen anything like it.
Sunday, October 29, 2017
Church as MASH Ward
This past week, Fr. Don passed along the following:
The Bishop of Rome (Francis) received very favorable reaction to an interview given in August, 2013. One line resonates with many: "I see the church as a field hospital after battle." A recognition that we all have been wounded or at least have wounds from "the slings and arrows" of life. We need healing, a work for both Word and Sacrament, for the touch of the Lord who loves us. Ordinarily that love comes to us through another human being’s compassion and sympathetic understanding. An often used prayer entitled "Hail, Holy Queen" has a line about "poor, banished children of Eve". With little children this often comes across as "poor, bandaged children of Eve", an unwitting intuition of this truth! That certainly fits with "field hospital."
By gathering together on Sunday, under the same roof and seeking the same nourishing and healing, we are cared for and we heal. Certainly, we may not be healed fully, (it is a MASH unit - not a hospital) but we are made better. We're restored. We're propped. We're better prepared to endure what life will give us in the coming week.
It is not a panacea. Sometimes the wounds that life throws at us are far too much that they cannot be healed. But in those situations, just like in a field hospital, at least there will be comforting and compassion and communion.
Our weekly visit also serves as a reminder of how we can play the role of medic for each other the remainder of the week. As Christians, that is what each of us is called to do.
You'll bump into many people this week that are hurting and are in need. Don't wait for them to scream, "MEDIC!"
The Bishop of Rome (Francis) received very favorable reaction to an interview given in August, 2013. One line resonates with many: "I see the church as a field hospital after battle." A recognition that we all have been wounded or at least have wounds from "the slings and arrows" of life. We need healing, a work for both Word and Sacrament, for the touch of the Lord who loves us. Ordinarily that love comes to us through another human being’s compassion and sympathetic understanding. An often used prayer entitled "Hail, Holy Queen" has a line about "poor, banished children of Eve". With little children this often comes across as "poor, bandaged children of Eve", an unwitting intuition of this truth! That certainly fits with "field hospital."
By gathering together on Sunday, under the same roof and seeking the same nourishing and healing, we are cared for and we heal. Certainly, we may not be healed fully, (it is a MASH unit - not a hospital) but we are made better. We're restored. We're propped. We're better prepared to endure what life will give us in the coming week.
It is not a panacea. Sometimes the wounds that life throws at us are far too much that they cannot be healed. But in those situations, just like in a field hospital, at least there will be comforting and compassion and communion.
Our weekly visit also serves as a reminder of how we can play the role of medic for each other the remainder of the week. As Christians, that is what each of us is called to do.
You'll bump into many people this week that are hurting and are in need. Don't wait for them to scream, "MEDIC!"
Saturday, October 28, 2017
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